Marta

viewed by Mariana Castro.

Marta by Mariana Castro

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A drop of water on her upper arm. Wet. Her breasts wide apart and small. On her back, a mole half covered by a strap. When she climbed out of the pond a glimpse of the triangular darkness her knickers were supposed to conceal. Wet. He saw it, he made himself see it again. Marta by Mariana Castro.